Parades and Pasta for Mardi Gras in New Orleans
Mardi Gras is what we came for, and the parades don't make you work for them — no tickets, just pick a stretch of St. Charles and stand there while the floats come down from Napoleon Avenue. The night ones were the big spectacle: a sea-themed float with a red-haired mermaid painted taller than the riders, a wooden boat full of crowned figures, a krewe in orange satin throwing from a castle two stories high. Beads were already hanging off the power lines and the bare trees before we got there.
Dinner in between was the pasta half of the trip — stuffed pasta in brown butter with kale, eaten fast because we wanted back out on the route.
Zulu rolled in daylight, a double-decker jazz float with a Bourbon St. sign bolted to the railing and every arm on the barricade up at once. It and Rex are the two big ones, and the crowd behaved like it knew that.
Ended up at the hotel rooftop pool at dusk, fire pits going, the towers downtown still lit from the day.